Clarence examined each of their movements, trying to understand these strangers. He shook their hands, showing no reservations. He had hopes this would go somewhere, but if it turned out this group was really just a terrorist group... He knew their faces, knew a few names as well. "My name is Clarence.. I already met some of you." He faked a smile, still feeling anger inside.. but that was to be expected when you are outsmarted by people you are paid to catch. When hearing about the medkits, he nodded. "Of course, I understand. I don't intend to be shot." The group was worried, that was obvious. Most likely their mission was not easy, and with him here now.. It wouldn't make it easier on their nerves. Clarence wanted to do the right thing, to help Columbia.. But what was the right thing to do? Comstock and Fitzroy didn't know what it was, but did these people? This rag-tag team of "protectors"? Clarence glanced at Leroy, the one he trusted least. Despite the level of trust, if that's what it was, Leroy put on Clarence, an uneasiness was present between them. Whether only Clarence felt that, or he did too, remained unseen. For now, Clarence would do what he was told.. See where this path took him.